bookpower Chapter 629: The Taste of Silence
Chapter 629: The Taste of Silence
Chapter 629: The Taste of SilenceThe tremors made Adam’s fist appear crooked, bloated, then decrepit as if to herald the horrors contained in the sphere. Even if he was the conjuror, just clutching it made his skin tingle and hair bristle.
But the time wasn’t for memories. The puppet’s fiery tsunami approached, the fiery tongues roiling like waves and the heat licking his sweaty face like a ravenous beast.
Resisting the icy shudder, he hurled it as the ground parted beneath his feet. He fell two kilometers down, his breath ragged and his heart drumming in his ears. If he wasn’t on a flying island, he would have dug the ground deeper without hesitation; that’s how horrifying this technique was—even to him.
As he took refuge and the flames obscured the fist-sized sphere from the puppet, the emperor saw everything.
He frowned at first. Aside from the vibrations distorting space and the bright colors, it was plain compared to the previous light halberds, devastating solar beams, or the molten broadsword connecting the earth to the heavens like a celestial pillar.
Yet, his frown shifted to horror, and he leapt back as the flames engulfed the sphere. More than because of a flashy effect, it was a primal reaction mirrored by the abundant sweat marring his back: genuine fear.
And the puppet felt it twice as much, even though he didn’t know its source. Worse, he felt like millions of demonic bugs tore his flesh with their sharp mandibles.
Alarmed, he closed his beak and sprang up. His fingers dug into the broadsword’s mineral before he propelled himself to its tip as his eyes darted to find the source of this unsettling feeling.
Just as he
Adam glanced at him from the corner of his eye as his pores widened to let oxygen through. What was this fool doing?
’Doesn’t matter.’ His eyes curved, and his lips curled into a disgusting smirk.
Like two striking cobras, his arms coiled around the puppet’s, his Chronoscar locked between them as mana formed glowing characters above his head.
"Whose authority did you speak about earlier again?"
The puppet’s pupils constricted as he squeezed to crush Adam’s neck. Yet, the expected crunching noise never echoed. Instead, he heard his hand crack like glass.
"Decarabia’s bones!" He yelped, shoving his demonic essence into his palm to obliterate Adam’s head since he couldn’t break those bones without being at his peak.
But would it work? After all, the Chronoscar erased energy.
Adam’s smirk broadened as the characters above his head shifted.
"I wonder if I will start to drain you after Ye Feng dies. It’s my win!"
Both the puppet and the emperor froze. One in horror, the other in disbelief.
Their assessment had been wrong all along. Adam wasn’t a talented youth; he was a versatile monster, an anomaly that shouldn’t exist.